Previous:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1740455/Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2efOther chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf-Deep within a forest, overlooked by mountains that looked as if some giant had dragged his fingers through them. The rusted remnants of passed age stood silently, the overwhelming smell of sugar and the distinct aroma of lusting want. the shadow of a titanic castle of sweet's falls over the land as the sun begins to set...or seems to, the lights in the sky seem to obey the commands of something besides nature today. One second it is as burning bright as a summer day, and the next, it is the relaxed and cool dim of sun set. Burning hot and loving warm, battling against each other as shadows come to life and dance.A man with a soul as sinless as an angel, his eyes burning with the same silverish blue glow that flows from the multitude of crosses covering his aged frame, youth returning to him in the form of a holy rage. He stands less as a mortal presence, and more of the rage of the heavens themselves made manifest. Scars older than most living men shine over his aged skin, the same light that seems to be struggling to free itself from him burning just under his skin.The old man, the monster hunter, the Exorcist, the Crusader Maxwell Maxwell levels his blade of blessed silver, the sheen on it struggling against the ink like shadows that grasp at the edge of the blade."If you were not what you were, demon" He says his eyes falling on something that stands out of the natural world, like she was painted in by the hands of a mad, perverted artist "Defiler, you are....a most dangerous breed I see, a demon that still has its heart and yet still commits the same depravities as your kin, your kindness is....an oddity that makes you all the more cruel"The colors in front of him flashes, changing colors to red, rich purple, tarnished gold and the green shade of old bronze. A crooked smile appeared in the shadows, above a form that could only be described as sensually motherly, the fertile body of a mother of several children. But there was nothing natural about this woman, as attractive and alluring as she was. She was not of this world, a demon. A endless lilac shaded tongue tapered to a cutting point lashed above her breasts as she opened her mouth to laugh a purring,crackling laugh like the first crack of thunder in a storm. Behind her, wings spread from out of her spine casting shadows on the old knight of god, seeming to beckon him forth with their slow, nearly seductive beating. The demoness known as the angel rider, the Mother of the fallen leans forward, her skin dancing between colors like a fever dream as she crossed her lower, second pair of arms. Her head of blood red hair danced by the hand of an unseen breeze, beneath her somewhat small horns that curved above her head.cont
>>1814461Hi HM how are you today? Slept well?
>>1814461A spear made of milk hued wood, rose thorn shaped liked barbed wire and an oversized head shaped like a tear made out of oiled metal sat in her first set of hands, stabbed into the ground turning the dirt into an odd, chocolate smelling dust.Armor that could only be found on enticing creatures like herself shimmered in the darkness cast by the old man's raging light. It could be barely called armor with how little it covered, an insult to the heavy plates and leather's worn by the knight in the fashion of an almost modern knight. It did not look to be made of metal, but rather hardened icing that only drew eyes and emphasis to Malizeral's "natural" assets. Gloveless gauntlets made of candy cane and greaves like stockings made of gauntlets were the only other protection she wore, unless you count the thin, nearly invisibly pink cloth connecting the upper and lower portions of her armor, revealing beneath her chest to just above her crotch.She was ridiculousness, fantasy and daydreams of those with lustful, fanciful minds, standing against the serious sterness of the man, who appeared as the idea of the man who has had enough of monstrous predations, becoming something terrifying even to the beasts that now stalked the world. His heavy coat covering his practical, functional armor, hidden under the off white tabbard his now open coat revealed. the image of two red and gold daggers set in the of a cruifix proudly shown on his chest.these two....monsters among men and monsters themselves stood before the cowering hoards of innocent men and debased beasts, a girl standing behind the knight, her overly long hair combed to an orderly state as it creeper down her back and flowed over her front. She wore similar, if lesser attire, to the man. But her eyes were filled with hate...fear...and disgust for him even if he could not see it, for her expression was hidden behind a blood red scarf, her body revealing her true nature with how oddly fed she looked compared to the locals of these woods.Digging her nails into a wall of golden orange crystals that seem to have ripped their way through the womb of the earth, she stared at the three figures in front of her, unable to move towards them held back by the knight's palpable righteous fury. And unable to take her eyes off of the skeletal body next to them, with skin pulled taught over its decayed frame, strange runes and tattos covering the atrophied yet standing corpse.Which was no doubt the oddest sight of them all, with full, golden locks and a well groomed mustache making him look odd besides the fact he was missing an armor or what her was wearing. Shorts that nearly revealed as much as the demons attire with the words "Juicy" written on the back, a shirt with short sleeves and colorful flowers painted, dyed and sewn onto it....and a pair of pristine sunglasses.He stood silently, like he some how fit in with this situation.cont
>>1814461Evening HM, hope you're feeling better, and glad you're here
>>1814461>>1814496Going to be time for some sad demons in the rain here...I have been waiting for this moment!
>>1814496The demoness' eyes filled with mirth, lowering in a seductive hungry manner as her dainty lips pucker smugly, before they spread into a teasingly, taunting smile.The crisp gold of her eyes shine, as her pupils turn to the shape of skulls. The blood crimson dress she once wore flows behind her, seemingly waiting to flow back onto her, covering her like water if she didn't enjoy showing herself off.bending her neck in an impossible, painful looking angle, she leaned forward and opened her mouth to speak-malizeral-What do I say That seems like a bit of a....well conflicting statement Oh, you think I'm going to hurt these people? I'm just here to collect a few sinful sorts is all Kindness that few have shown me. Why shouldn't I share mine?My heart? It isn't that simple *time stop, appear in front of him* do you want to see how right you are? You're wrong....Okay, I might be a bit cruel at times but still, I'm not exactly evil oh? but can you see my other side Hey....Mr fraust? want to team up? you seem fun Tch, we're both trying to save these people know Iris? a little help here why are all of you so thick! I only bother people when I decide to be naughty! its not like I'm always doing bad! write in>>1814491More or less, better than last night. dog was sick, and I had to clean up and wash what it threw up on....which was everything. She's fine now though, thank god>>1814498thank you
>>1814531> That seems like a bit of a....well conflicting statement Oh, you think I'm going to hurt these people? I'm just here to collect a few sinful sorts is all Tch, we're both trying to save these people know
>>1814531> That seems like a bit of a....well conflicting statement> Tch, we're both trying to save these people know> Oh, you think I'm going to hurt these people? I'm just here to collect a few sinful sorts is all> Kindness that few have shown me. Why shouldn't I share mine?>My heart? It isn't that simple
>>1814531> Kindness that few have shown me. Why shouldn't I share mine?>My heart? It isn't that simple> Tch, we're both trying to save these people know> You're wrong....Okay, I might be a bit cruel at times but still, I'm not exactly evil> You're wrong....Okay, I might be a bit cruel at times but still, I'm not exactly evil>"Alright listen here you old weirdo fuck head. You don't know anything about me, or my family, my REAL family, the one I made for myself out of people who hated me for no reason other than I am what I am, like you. I love my daughters more than whatever god made them. All I want is for my family to be happy, and to spread a little fun and mischief around, make the world a more interesting place. I only hurt bad people like these guys, when I saw what happened here it tore my soul to shreds, thinking about what was happening to these people. So no, no one gets to judge me, not you, not the sticks on your armor, and not the bastards who abandoned me to my happiness. So, mr self righteous crusader man, I give you two options: Leave now and think about just how big the world is if you let it be, or keep going through with this and join the family, after a few friendly alterations of course. Assuming my apparent family friend over there doesn't atomize you first."Yeesh, that sucks. Glad your pup is ok, and that we can all sit here and laugh together at the plight of Maxwell Maxwell, the Final Retard. And the cry of Mali's breakdown...
>>1814531>*time stop behind him* Nothing personnel kid...
>>1814531> Hey....Mr fraust? want to team up? you seem fun> Tch, we're both trying to save these people know> why are all of you so thick! I only bother people when I decide to be naughty! its not like I'm always doing bad!
>>1814556>*Time stop behind him "Pssh, wanna buy some pastry, kid?"
>>1814565Alright, that's pretty funny
"Tch"I click my tongue as I bring it back into my mouth, licking my lips as I lean against my spear and frown, feeling the tugging of my heart as it tells me just to cut this guy open and watch him try to keep his guts inside himself....but I try to ignore that urge for now, I prefer less disgusting desires anyways.Holding one of my lower hands out to him, I try to smile as just looking at him makes my skin crawl and my eyes water, and makes me feel...horribly violent and pissed off just being near him. And that's before he tried to stab my for no good reason."We're both trying to save these people, you know" I say with a drawn out sigh as he glares at me, slowly marching up to me as that Mike fellow starts to squat up and down."Save them from the wolves, yes. But our reasons are different I imagine" He says calmly "A grateful heart is easy to corrupt, I imagine""Please, if I wanted to ruin a few souls, I'd just go back to that village" I say without thinking, the knight's eyes filling with fury as I try to laugh it off "Didn't say which one, besides some people seem to just love being tempted to""SILENCE" He roars....wow he's fast for an old codger isn't he? The sting of his blade....I can already feel it even though he's still swinging it towards me, that's kind of weird isn't it? Actually its Very weird!Roll 1d20+pot, agility, resilience, or strength
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>1814647Pot, of course
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>1814647potential please
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>1814647pot
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Rolled 4 (1d20)>>1814647Turn his sword to something more appropriate, like chocolate.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1814647Potential, though I am very partial to resilliance or agility. Relying on 20 rank can get boring.
>>1814681It only get's boring if you dont write something that we can do with it.To remind people we can basically cause things ranging from pleasant smells and lightning bolts to altering the laws of reality itself to happen near us.
Well, not as weird as my magic at least...I'm pretty sure Iris used that word to describe magic more than once, but I could be wrong. Doesn't sound right in my head after all. Just need to weave up a quick little trick and turn his holy blade into something much more appropriate....Like chocolate or maybe I could make it wobbly and bendy. So many choice, and all of them are some temptingly tasty.Then something odd happens, the light from his crosses begins to glow brighter as his sword shakes, my magic burning over it as he glares at me with a look of pure hatred. I pause, remembering that he has the same holy magic's my daughters had....but he isn't being held back by mine. Which means he has a pretty huge advantage over me if I can't burst through his magical protection.Ah this isn't good is it? my heart freezes for a second out of panic as I wave my arms in the motions of a clock. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.He slows, allowing me to step around him as I giggle. Well its a good thing I took tick tock's power, or I'd have no magic that he couldn't try to snuff out.He blade slams into the ground, the chocolate dust under it turning to hissing, screaming steam as he turns to me."You're magic is potent" he says glaring at me "but your speed is as well....and I can't hold back that as I can the former"I smirk, ah he doesn't know what I just did. Still, the fact that I can't use magic on him with all of those symbols of his....is kind of scary. But....that doesn't mean I can't use it on things around him. I mean I do that all the time, mires of sweets, and spears of crystals, or just volleys and cannonballs. I'm sure there's a way to get past this "protection" of hisI turn to Iris, wish I could ask her for some ideas.Tick tock tick tocktime stops for a moment, as I leap into the air and spread my wings, flapping them to stay afloat as the old man slams his blade into the ground where I was standing."Hmm" He says "I'll need chains won't I? Girl! flee back if you can! this is a battle beyond your abilities!"What do I do? try to trap him in molten sugar 1d20+pot Throw my spear at him 1d100 hold, and cut his hands up with my tongue 1d100 Charge and try to impale him 1d100 Fall on him 1d100stab my blade under him, and try to trip him 1d20+agility+strength attempt to make him obey me with aura of submission 1d20+pot Change my shape *how* turn into a dragon, or partiallyMake a firing line behind him 1d100 write in
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>1814747> Pin him down with candycane spears from the ground
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1814747> attempt to make him obey me with aura of submission 1d20+pot>KNEEL BEFORE YOU MISTRESS WORM!
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>1814747> hold, and cut his hands up with my tongue 1d100> Pin him down with candycane spears from the groundSave aura and dragon for later. And only to try to get him to listen.
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>1814747> try to trap him in molten sugar 1d20+potNot just the ground, turn the air around him into sugar too, as much as we can
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>1814747>stab my blade under him, and try to trip him 1d20+agility+strength
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>1814747>create a mark virus to slowly corrupt the crosses covering him into generic girly tattoos.>fire it as crystal needles
I raise my spear, swirling it around in the air as I point my lower hand's fingers at the man as he reaches into his coat, and retrieves a length of heavy looking chains with small hooks and barbs down their sides. Wrapping one end of it around his hand, he begins to spin the other with his spare, circling it around and smacking it into the ground as he slowly spreads it out, swirling it around him in a grand arc before he spins it around and nearly hits the strangest walking corpse I've ever seen, before he ducks out of he way.Swinging it above his head, he gets ready to fling it at me as I begin to carefully craft spears of sharpened candy cane, grabbing one of the smaller ones for a bit of a treat as he glares at me, not moving an inch.Even the whimpering wolves have gone silent now. The winds begin to howl as the spears hold themselves in the air around me. with a flick of my wrist and his, his chains and my spears fly through the air. His eyes lower, as he stands there completely calmly, moving his hand to weave his metal whip between the spears. He doesn't seem to give a damn that he's about to be impaled. But eh, his pain I guess.He winces, spears shattering against his armor as a few fly past and glance him, cutting him as he throws his arm violently to the right. He snarls, grinning sickly as a spear hits one of the chinks in his armor and begins to melt as it pierces him right though.More fall, hitting his armor and breaking or barely hitting him. But a few catch his coat and push him to the ground, pinning him. Right as his chain flies up to meet meroll 1d20+agility, strength, potential, or resilience
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>1814857ZA WALDO
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1814857I'm gonna go with Agility!
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>1814857>agility
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>1814857Let's get out of the way
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>1814857Rolling a 3 for agility, I guess.
>>1814904Welp, gotta wait another two months for another good roll.
>>1814904Hurray for Malis limber body!
>>1814904Fuck you Catholic bitch!! Good job anon.
It comes close enough to my face and especially my eyes, that I can actually see that the hooks are serrated and have smaller, twisted thorns on them to stick to fur, skin and meat even harder than it would normally. I lean back on instinct, putting my lower hands on my thighs and the top two over and on my lower set. Bending backward's quickly, my spine bends further back than it were if I were a normal girl, nearly curving into a perfect u as I stare dead ahead. My eyes widen as the chain whips over where my head was just a second ago, curling around as its floats through the air and begins to fall.If it falls on me its going to tear me up like a cheap towel, and that is going to really fucking hurt especially if it hits my pretty face. Don't want to even imagine what that'd feel like.Wincing from my imagination alone, I without really thinking flip and roll through the air. My blood goes cold as I spread my legs out as I turn upside down, very nearly getting that chains dragged through a very unpleasant place.My skin turns pale white and blue as I fall, shivering as I spread my wings and fly as I nearly hit the ground, laughing from the sheer wild thrill.I twist around and see the old codger trying to strangle that fraust fellow as he dances in front of him, taunting him as he laughs. Maxwell begins to burn with that pale blue fire, struggling to rip his coat to free himself as flames lick out of his wounds for just a second as he screams in rage.What do I do? make sure all of me came out of that taunt him let him free himselftry to turn the remaining spears into a "cage" 1d20+pot give them life make a machine gun, and spray him down 1d100 Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+wits toss my spear at him 1d100 Turn the ground under him into sand and glass 1d20+potwrite in
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>1815007> Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+witsHow about a sleep bomb?
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>1815007> Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+witsSomething to soothe or tranquilize
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>1815007> make sure all of me came out of that> taunt him>] Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+witsSomething to stoke up the flames Maybe the flames of passion?
>>1815034Be careful, doing this here could lead to a explosion of love
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>1815007> make sure all of me came out of that> Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+witsDitto to slowing down Maxi. Try not to hit others.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>1815007> make sure all of me came out of thatI'm guessing we're checking we didn't lose anything?> taunt him> Use alchemy to make poison gas bomb....or something 1d20+witsHope you like braursburg vodka.
>>1815066In vapor form, of course.
>>1815056I think MM lacks a bit in the being Iris department for that to end well.
>>1815089I wasn't talking about Mali.
>>1815109Neither was I. MM being very distracted by fighting his new found lust would leave him very vulnerable to a certain jealous girlfriend her doesn't know about.
....Well I better make sure he didn't manage to rake a chunk or two off of me while he's throwing an tantrum like that. I mean I've been caught up in the moment before and didn't even realize how many bones I got broken or how deep that cut on my stomach actually was, and as cool as it is to be able to reach out through my gut to my back, I really don't need to be missing any of me when I'm fighting something like this guy now. running my hands up and down my body, all four of them just to be sure I don't miss any little piece. I sigh in relief, groping my sides as I see that I against all odds managed to come out of that perfectly intact.Smiling widely I look down at them men as the old one rips himself away from most of his coat, and slams his armored fist into the corpse's withered jaw.He just laughs and swings his bat at him. the old man blocks it with his blade, catching the rusted old busted thing at the bend in its center. they push towards eachother....and I get a rather naughty idea.I could make a poison gas bomb or....something like that, and when he's distracted like he is now....toss it at himBut what is it going to be good old Brausrburgian vodka Something to slow him down Something to ignite his passion? Sleeping gaz something to soothe him a bit,  something to drive him mad with wrath write inand just toss the bombor try to only hit him 1d20+senses
>>1815167> Sleeping gaz> just toss the bomb
>>1815167 something to soothe him a bit, just toss the bombThough obviously if something dangerous wins, we should aim
>>1815167> vodka > toss the bombHave a drink courtesy of the Millers!
>>1815167> good old Brausrburgian vodkaIt does all of the below.More or less.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1815167> something to soothe him a bit,> Sleeping gaz>Aim for him
Wirling my hands together, I start to mix up some of the leaves above me into eachother, forcing the winds of change and a health does of alchemy dust through them as the sounds of metal meeting metal, followed by short pops, bangs and booms fill the air. I smile, making a glass ball, as the leaves above me begin to rot and change according to my demands. Now now, what should I throw at him? Brausrburgi vodka? oh that'd be good, I've seen it manage to get a troll drunk and eat through metal before, strong stuff hell I'm pretty sure its better than some stuff in hell. Definetly an aquired taste...I frown, hissing as I remember one man who really loved the stuff, turning my mind away, I stuff my version of brasurburgian vodka into the ball, and then toss a few more handfuls of mist, smoke, vapor and dried leaves and odd glowing dust into the ball.I yawn, closing my hand over the glass ball and seal it so It won't affect me any more than it already has. Tired, and a little too calm for what's going on but eh what can you do?Now I just hope all this crap is potent enough to do the...I blink, yawning as I try to remember what I was thinking...hmm what was it again? Oh yeah, I hope this is potent enough to do the jobroll 1d20+pot
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>>1815381Karma evening out I see.
>>1815381Reroll. Really, I wouldn't mind as much rolling this if most of the rolls were not so low for me.
>>1815400Tell karma to stop giving me shitty rolls then. Something keeps tilting the balance against me.
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>1815355Doing my part...>>1815381Reroll may be neccessary
Reroll Yes 1 1d20 nah
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>1815441> Yes 1 1d20
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Alright, going to start writing right after I get myself a drink
>>1815441> Yes 1 1d20
Well, only ways to test this little mixture of mine is to either take another with or just use the damn thing. And I really don't like this serene, calm and worn out feeling its given me already, I mean sure it makes me nice and warm inside, but so does following my whims and lust. SO no use in waiting time to test out this nasty little piece of work!Laughing, I toss the glass ball down, as close to the old bastard's feet as I can. It cracks and shatters nearly instantly, spilling and spitting out its contents along with some sparks, pure white, pink, black and green mist, gas and smoke flows out of it billowing and flowing around itself sticking to anything it touches.The skeleton throws it arm and stump out, basking in the massive cloud of magic as it shivers, rattling its bones and groaning "Awwww yeaaaah, this is what I NEEeeeeeed""Ah, I knew I shouldn't haven't taken my eyes off of you....in my rage I made a" the knight says, covering his mouth as he starts to wobble and shakes his head "You had to resort to dirty tricks, like all of your kind"Iris, leans over the shield I made for her, with a funny look in her eyes and smile, blushing as she tries to hold up her disguise, giggling as she looks at that mike fraust guy even though her disguise is beginning to wash away like paint doused with a bucket of water.Oh that might be."HEY TRY SOME OF THIS" that exploding pile of bones yells, as I hear an odd....whirring sound, like a fan but a lot faster and louder.Wait, is HE PUSHING THE BOOZE SNOOZE CLOUD UP TO ME!? WHAT THE HELL!?what do I do? tch, I can handle this 1d20+resilience stop time, walk away 1d20+pot change the part of the cloud flying towards me 1d20+pot turn into a dragon! bigger body, it'll take more for me to get drunk fly above it Dive through it and knock the knight off his feet 1d100 Just stop breathing, simple turn the cloud in a whole bunch of knives...flying knives 1d100 write in
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>1815536> Just stop breathing, simpleEasy peasy> Dive through it and knock the knight off his feet 1d100
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>1815536> stop time, walk away 1d20+pot>After the fight and back home, not now!
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>1815536> Dive through it and knock the knight off his feet 1d100> Just stop breathing, simple
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>1815536> Dive through it and knock the knight off his feet 1d100> Just stop breathing, simpleDragon time may be soon...and then we get to see if Mali can hold on while her depressed head is in play...
My skin turns bright pink and then dark red as I remember I don't actually need to breath, and feel like and idiot as I move my hand away from my mouth and just force myself to stop my habit of breathing with this body of mine. I shouldn't have panicked in the first place, since....well I've been a demon for awhile now. So this isn't going to get me drunk, not like I don't have enough problems with all my instincts yelling at me all at once with all the sin around me and the virtue this old bastard is constantly letting off. Don't need to be. I bite my tongue, as the memories that the high of battle were keeping back begin to rush back. I close my eyes, the yelling of the poor prisoners around me making it harder to ignore what I know.And so, I run forward, actually running away from my own thoughts this time as I rush the fossil in the center of the cloud, diving as I fold my wings up and start to fall as fast as a bullet, my weight adding to the speed of my plummet. gripping my spear in all of my hands, I get ready to swing it up and knock the old man off of his feet with one powerful swing and*Chnnk*The sound of his blade cutting into the haft of my spear echos down my arms and into my skull, his burning blue eyes meeting with mine in the blotting fog around us.roll 1d20+str or agility
>>1815536>Iris, leans over the shield I made for her, with a funny look in her eyes and smileYou can take it Iris! You lasted long enough from lust queens "bed" oil, this should be nothing compared to that.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)>>1815587Agility, hoss
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>1815587Strength, push him back into the dirt
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>1815587Not expecting much from me.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>1815587agi
>>1815608>proceeds to roll the highest
He tries to keep up with me, to not lose his place in this short dance he's forced me to preform with him.However it doesn't matter how much holy magic he has protecting him, or how skilled he is. He's just an old man, a old codger covered in metal plates and blessings and I am demon, it really isn't a fair match up. He might have experience over me, he might have an advantage against hell he might even have several. However in this little tussle of ours, none of that matters. My spear might be infused with demonic power, it might not but I don't need to trust it to last against him or overpower his sword. At this point its only a distraction, it doesn't matter either because the only thing that matters here is the fact he won't be able to match me for speed or flexibility and sure he might be able to keep up with me if I was a normal girl.No one can bend like I can, with my rubber bones.I giggle and put my leg against his, he kicks me, my ribs bending back as I twist my leg around his and grab his arms with my lower ones, twisting them over them as he realizes what I'm doing. But its too late now, pushing against him with all my weight, he slams into the ground and."BEGONE!" He roars, his voice changing and becoming something that....something that turns my instincts away from sadism, battle and hedonism and towards fearroll 1d20+will
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1815669...sad demons in rain...?
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Rolled 15 (1d20)>>1815669We've survived worse than you motherfucker
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18+6=24=success-Flashes of what I've seen in hell begin to merge with my....older memories, and despair and panic grip my heart. But then it fades away, as a burning rage begins to run through my veins."FUCK YOU, DON'T THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MESS WITH MY HEAD, DON'T THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SEE THAT!" I roar furiously, slapping his arm away as he starts to stand, glaring at me as his smug grin turns towards a frown. Then I see it, a flash in his hands, a small silver dagger. He's trying to stab me, again.What do I do? step back 1d20+agility Block it 1d100 grab, and slice his arm with my tongue 1d100 Shake the ground 1d20+pot abuse the fuck out of time 1d20+pot fill the air with boiling water 1d20+pot Stab him with my spear 1d100 HEADBUTT 1d100 write in
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>1815795> fill the air with boiling caramel (or something else viscous enough to slow down a knife) 1d20+pot>Turn Dragon formLets do it GOJIRA
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>1815795>time stop
>>1815795> Shake the ground 1d20+pot> step back 1d20+agility
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>1815812Whoops
>>1815795> abuse the fuck out of time 1d20+potYou are fucking DONE old man>>1815816>>1815806
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>1815826Whoops
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>1815795> abuse the fuck out of time 1d20+pot>show him his ancestors failure, being blinded by the light.Should work since he shares the same bloodline of daggers leader.
>>1815816>>1815806Turns out, its a very bad idea to try and cast fear on a demon by calling forth their previous life, when they already remember it, and try their best to avoid anything that reminds them of it...more or less
>>1815833Also, I hope he see's the others as well, with their runaway zealotry.
>>1815826>tfw someone saved my work
>>1815860Art is art my friend, and yours is damn good
>>1815932I appreciate that :)
>>1815940It's the truth man, be proud. Also Joline and Joseph would probably hit it off better than he and Jotaro did.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3uEUnQ8Eu0-I glare down at him, not moving an inch as I feel time begin to slow down around me, the world greying as I begin to unleash my full potential of magic. The singular type in my hands that he cannot do anything against. The magic of chaos, the ability to control time like a puppet, toy or winnable clock. The power hat man sought. The magic of time control and manipulation. His eyes widen in confusion as his body slowly and every thing else begins to stop, as his hand moves back against his will and puts his little knife back away into his sheath. His hand reaches out as I walk backward, smacking him again with the end of my spear before I send time back forwar, hitting him again and stopping him right as he reaches for his knife unable to follow anything as I set time to stop. the various moments run past us as I push them forward and back trying my best to stop them around the same time as when I started all this.Trees turn to saplings, grow to massive towering behemoths, rot, burn and fall over before they return to their previous postions, flickering between their states as old skeleton, who's frozen as he moves to toss some red tube between us, flickers between a handsome man with more muscles than most men I've seen...still has the same hair, and old balding man who can barely hold his arms up. And that continues for everyone around us, except Iris. The skeleton...former at some points, flickers between his movements of the fight, taunting where the old man was when he showed his true power.Explosions expand, dissipate and suck themselves back in as the ground repairs itself and flies outward. all going towards that tune...I remember from when I was just a girl. The one my mother used to hum when I couldn't sleep.Funny, how tears can flow even though time can't. How rage and sorrow, and so many other confusing emotions can come up when nothing else can happen.-20+20+20= DOUBLE CRIT + Hellish supremacy-Now what to do with him, he can't move and his magic can't force mine away now. But I'm pretty sure he can still feel what's going on.What do I do?Slow down time for him Hmm, you know I could spend years torturing you here...well for you anyways Grab him, and bound back through time for a spell Toss him into the future Drag him into the lands of chaos Mess with his age for awhile Laugh, as I rewind time and force him to walk back to his home Just put him somewhere funny and restart time You know, now I can see why hatman wanted this power write in
>>1815990> Mess with his age for awhile> Just put him somewhere funny and restart time
>>1815990>Slow down time for him> Hmm, you know I could spend years torturing you here...well for you anyways> Grab him, and bound back through time for a spellAlas this is my last vote for the night. Have fun anons and thanks for running HM. Sleep well everyone.
>>1815990> Just put him somewhere funny and restart time> You know, now I can see why hatman wanted this powerFunny being naked and inside the belly of a werewolf. With a few candy knives in his joints for good measure.
>>1816009Have a good night anon, hope we leave you a good read
>>1815990> Mess with his age for awhile> Just put him somewhere funny and restart time> Laugh, as I rewind time and force him to walk back to his home>Explain that we are tired, and would like to end this now.I think this is good enough. He can be a rival another time,
>>1815990> Grab him, and bound back through time for a spell> Drag him into the lands of chaos> Mess with his age for awhile> Just put him somewhere funny and restart time>You know, now I can see why hatman wanted this power. Still, this is small potatoes compared to what he already has.Would have been nice to feed him so maybe Iris can get holy power, but who knows if it was possible.
>>1816049>>1815990>Explain that we are tired, and would like to end this now.This too
I am kinda sad that we can't travel dimensions. Sending him to something like Supernova...he could find some joy there...
>>1816058We can, we just need to find out where that world is first.
>>1815990> take away his equipment >  Mess with his age for awhileMake him young again just toess with him> Just put him somewhere funny and restart time
>>1816058that'd be a hell of a way to end the hiatus, just some random knight dropping out of nowhere
>>1816049>Make him young>Send him to superhero world.At least he can fight with the mind controller and keep the "gods" in check. As well as warn of using ultra poorly, even though that world has a higher corruption limit.
Alsoany suggestions for the funny place mali is going to put him?
>>1816097Tartarus (Monsergirl quest, not actual tartarus)
>>1816097One of the other countries that we have travelled in, perhaps?I would almost suggest Brausberg, but thats more cruel than funny.Maybe the Swamp in Centil?
>>1816097>Tartarus (Monsergirl quest, not actual tartarus)It is a funny place.
>>1816108I can't remember yhe other places we went to when we picked up the first two aunts. That would also work.
>>1816114Also, it should make him an antagonist since there are demon's there.
>>1816097How about in the living room of a certain zombie and a certain succubus?
Alright, I'll start writing as soon as I get something to eatso not long, just need to whip something up real quick
>>1816114Also, pick up a gossip magazine, and make a donation to an orphanage if we find it.
"Hmmm, what should I do with you?" I ask, grabbing his face and turning it over as I begin to mess with his time "Maybe I could wither you into an even older man? too weak to move in all this armor, let alone try to touch me"I laugh as I fell his skin wrinkle and grow soft under my fingers, his features falling almost like they're melting as I giggle to the tune of the constantly ticking clock."D...daah...mmmmm" He tries to speak as I laugh, his eyes turning milky as his frame corrodes and turns frail from years of staying motionless, at least that's what his body seems to think "Uuuuuuh""Oh! I could turn you into a little boy too!" I say as I rewind his age, his white hair turning grey,turning silver and then finally a bright golden blonde "Wonder how much you could fight back then? you'd be trapped in your armor....hmm maybe I could back even further? A baby can't really hold a sword can they? Oh how many ways I can mess with your age, adding taking, hehehe, Isn't this fun? Look at the faces Your making? how could you waste your life like this? you were so handsome! but now all this toiling and fighting is making you ugly and....well worn out isn't it? Huh, can't remember where you were when I first started doing this hmmm hmmm hmm"He looks up at me with gold tinged grey hair, his head in the same position as it always has been as I laugh, and push my spear carefully under him and with some chains tie him to it so I can drag him with me while I look for some where funny to leave him when I turn time back on.Roll 1d20+guile
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>1816221
Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>1816221Here we go.
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>1816221
>>1816235I'll get to work...
>>1816235Well, that was for my 20...reroll please. Unless yall can get a 20 out there.
>>1816235Reroll just to be safe, he might break free
>>1816244We do have two more rerolls, its not crisis time yet!
Reroll? yes 1 1d20 nah
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>1816257> yes 1 1d20 Better safe than sorry
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>1816257The bad roller is here to the rescue
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>1816257Yes
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>1816257 yes 1 1d20Yeeeeeeeeep
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>1816221Also, I missed the rolls. So more bad luck for you.
>>1816276Fitting, as I got us into this mess.
>>1816275Hope it counts. I thought you would have taken longer to post, so I did some stuff.
"Ah" I gasp, as I begin to drag the man through the thick of the forest, grinning as I turn back to his still form tied to the back of my spear....he knows where Iris' aunt is right? I could use him to show me exactly where she is or at least where her territory starts! shouldn't be too hard to tell, I just have to look at his eyes right? and ignore the creeping whispers in the back of my eyes. Of course if I say anything he'll probably shut his eyes out of spite or something. So I'll just have to wander around for awhile until I notice the look in his eyes changing and then I need to see if I'm right so I don't end up leading iris and myself in the den of another monster or some other beast. Need to be sure it's Marla and her pack....this is going to take awhile isn't it?Well its a good thing I have all the time in the world....and then some.-What do I do after I ditch the old codger in a suitably funny place restart time, try to hug iris, and then.... try and make a deal or two for my little maya Introduce myself to Marla and co taunt the old man for awhile make sure all the people get back to the town safetly, by taking them their in the stopped time write in
>>1816315> make sure all the people get back to the town safetly, by taking them their in the stopped time> Introduce myself to Marla and co
>>1816315> make sure all the people get back to the town safetly, by taking them their in the stopped time> restart time, try to hug iris, and then....>Switch to Iris
>>1816315> make sure all the people get back to the town safety, by taking them their in the stopped time>Have Iris (and possibly us) take the credit. Mostly to spite the haters.> restart time, try to hug iris, and then....>Switch to Iris
>>1816315>  make sure all the people get back to the town safetly, by taking them their in the stopped time> Taunt the old man that we he was focused on getting revenge we still saved everyone > Get some souls for Myakka
>>1816315> restart time, try to hug iris, and then....> try and make a deal or two for my little maya> Introduce myself to Marla and co> make sure all the people get back to the town safetly, by taking them their in the stopped time
>>1816340> try and make a deal or two for my little mayaBefore we go to Marla's den. She still has one level up left before the class up at 10 souls.> Introduce myself to Marla and co
>>1816349Also, we need to make her some weapons and armor before the lesser demon phase, in case she somehow has the stomach to fight an lesser angel
I step back into the werewolves camps smiling as I grab a few of the various lost and wandering souls in frozen time, chaining them in place so I can have my youngest make a few deals and finally get out of impdom. But I don't take any of the livings souls, instead, one by one, I walk them past the frozen skeleton and my girlfriend/master, through the forest and back to the town opening a "door" in the wall so I can just plop them down inside and go back to grab a few more. Can't trust them to get back safety on their own after all, so I'll just carry them back. but each trip gets harder and harder as the walls I've set up begin to crumble and more things remind me of my old life in someway or another. It becomes a struggle, as I start crying or screaming in rage, barely able to finish the selfless task I've set myself. But some how I do, and when I'm done. Color and time comes back and I fall into Iris' arms crying already. My mind turning blank with my built up sadness and rage, so I just cry. Digging my nails into her arms, she seems to sobber up quickly-Mali must've used her time magic. The monster hunter Maxwell maxwell is no longer anywhere to be scene, and my girlfriend is laying ontop of me, crying and blubbering nonsense as she grips her shirt. all the confidence, playfulness or even the slightest hint of joy is gone from her voice now. She just cries out, yelling and stumbling over her words, barely able to form sentences.I frown, hugging her as I begin to feel her pain. I hold her close as she cries out to people who aren't here, begging for answers, cursing them, and so much more I can't quite here or understand through her whimpers and sobbing.I knew it was a bad idea to send her here, she must've felt like these people had gone through what she had gone through. No wonder she rampaged, no wander she acted so much....righteous anger. It all reminded her of her own misfortune.Misfortune caused by me. Even if she's happy like this. Knowing that this suffering was at least in part cause by me....its hard to swallow. I know her old life wasn't....particurlarly nice but...she didn't realize that until she met me. and she always keeps it locked inside, trying to hide it from me, from everyone.I can't let her continue hurting herself like this....I need to help her...but how?I sigh and hold her close, revealing my true form as Mike fraust hugs us both for some odd reason. I ignore him, since he seems to be mostly harmless in his madness currently and I need to focus on my Mali. I'll help her get through thisonce she's done ventingand we'll end hereNext thread MARLAI've archiveand will answer questions
>>1816386Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. Next thread is going to be... something alright.
>>1816386Great thread HM. Was a very great run.I can only imagine the internal monologue Mali's going through right now.If anything, I would love for the next two/three threads be Iris threads. Trying to work with her aunt, trying to help Mali out, and trying to distract the kids from the fact that Mali has locked herself alone in a castle room.
>>1816386It's the werewolf souls, right? Pretty sure Mall wouldn't take the townfolks after all that crying, nor most likely be able to do so, since they already crossed over.
>>1816407yep.Most of the human souls already passed on as they like the old man accepted their death
>>1816386Speaking of souls, do we at least get credited for dragging the alpha to hell?
>>1816411Im guessing hes worth at most ten souls.Seven the least, probably.
>>1816411if you can fight the demons who are currently fighting over the torture rights for himsure
>>1816418I think its worth fighting for.We could exchange him for some kids souls, or any one who we feel like, or use him to gamble for more souls
>>1816418Well, methinks Mali is not in the mood.Wonder if Marla was watching by proxy.
>>1816427Now you're thinking like a demon on a friday night
>>1816433For now, the arena betting pool is the best place to do so, until we raise guile and agility some more.
>>1816433I know that theres a demon information brokerage agency, but do the fairies also have one?
>>1816453maybe somewhere maybe
>>1816459Okay, I suppose. It should somewhat help find the living relatives, provided Carol doesn't go all smite and purge, or forced "purification" to her sisters ascended form, especially so if thet both find out their sisters.